Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy No. 1

Yo, Chuck, a move, man
I was on my way up to the studio
Ya know what I'm sayin'? An' this brother me an' ask me
"Yo, wassup with that brother Chuckie D? He he nice"

I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear he's nice, he knows nice"
Ya know what I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a
You him into a Public Enemy, man

Now that line you was kickin' to me
On the way out to L.A.
While we was in the car, on our way to the
Well yo, now, kick the bass for them brothers
An' let them know goes on, what goes on

Well, I'm all in, put it up on the
rapper shot down from the mouth that roared
1, 2, 3, down for the
The of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt

Cold rock rap, supreme
Is I choose an' I use, I never lose to a team
I can go solo, like a Tyson bolo
Make the fly wanna have my photo

Run in room and hang it on the wall
In that I rocked them all
Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs
You can't the kid, so go cut the cheese

Take this of rhymes like these
My rap's red hot, 110
So don't start bassin', I'll placin'
Bets on that? be disgracin'

You an' mind from a beatin' from my rhymes
A time for a crime that I find
show you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton
Because I'm Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one, one

You got no rap but you want to
It's like havin' a but you got no paddle
'Cause I pause, I say it because
I don't break in stores but I all laws

Written sittin', all fittin', not bitten
Givin' me the juice that not gettin'
I'm not a law so you can tell your mayor
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, poetry sayer

I'm the rhyme player, the ozone
A battle, what? Here's a Bible, start your
This word to the is justified
If they ask you happened, just admit you lied

You got caught a for goin' out of order
An' now you're servin' football their water
You messed the master, word to Chuck
An' wax cold tax, made sure you got dunked

You just got dissed, all but
Sucker MCs, you get me pissed
It's no fun on the run
Because they got me, Public Enemy one

One, one, one
One, one, one

Don't you know, you know?
I got a posse of a force to me up
Watch out, we got never the
attack, on my back, double teamin', get creamed

So we have us, so okay?
Wanna it again? We got a force
Enemy down, the L.I. circuit
Ain't it Chuckie D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ

Oh yes, I presume the tunes that make us groom
To make all the swoon
But it's also the from our direction, a gold boy session
Kickin' Bruce Lee's Chinese connection

On stereo, never mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm talkin' about
They said, "Stop, freeze", I got up
Because I'm Public number one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

For all you suckers, and cheap amplifiers
Your crossed up are always startin' fires
You grown up criers, now here's a pair of
Get a job like your mother, I heard she fixes old

You have no desires, your fixes tires
You try to ya equipment but you get no buyers
you they never hire, you're never on flyers
'Cause you an' your crew is only known as triers

as the poetic, political, lyrical son
I'm Public Enemy one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

Yeah, that's right, Chuck, man, that's what you do
You gotta tell them just like that, ya know I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, man, let me you a little somethin', man
These brothers around, hard headed

They get a jealous, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Just like that, ya know, try to bring you down with 'em
But yo, Chuck, you gotta let 'em
who in the world of beat

You gotta let 'em that this is the 80's
An' we can get all the
An' in the we got a fly Mercedes
An' that's the way the story
That's just the way the story